We made our way through the busy streets as the snow fell lightly from the sky and the lazy sun gave little light. I held my head down, and Amanda’s hand encased mine, her body pushing away the crowds as we jogged slowly through the many people.
Amanda pulled me down an alley, where the deteriorating brick buildings loomed in, blocking any sun from hitting the dirty cobblestones. I didn’t know where we were going, but I trusted her.
Men, drinking from old, rusted bottles, sat next to the brick walls. They called out jeering words as we picked up our pace.
At the end of the alley there led another. This one was long and almost empty. We were running now, Amanda dragging me behind her. I was tired, and I couldn’t feel my feet. The toughened soles hit the frosty cobblestones roughly.
We reached the end of the alley, and turned off into another. I was preparing to run more, but instead she stopped. There, standing right in front of us, was a white haired woman. And she was hovering three feet above the ground.